Slowly stretched out his hand and attached it to the surface of the Elf World Tree. After a burst of light, Perseus disappeared out of thin air, as if he had been completely swallowed up by the World Tree.
"Brother, what do you think happened to that guy Perseus? He couldn't really be eaten by this tree, right? That would be too embarrassing!"
Rikka said it with ease, but the little girl had killed countless pure-blood elf masters to prevent those guys from getting close to the World Tree.
"How do I know? Just wait. At least I believe Perseus is a mature and steady man, and I appreciate the taste of his roasted beef marrow."
Boom seems to have used more space psychic power, which also saves the pure-blood elf Commander Bell, Treasurer Salaman, and Archon Saga from continuing to stack up endlessly.
He will not kill these three guys, but he will definitely not let them escape and disturb Perseus' most critical journey of transformation.
"Where is this? Why do I feel so warm and at ease..."
"Are these my brothers and sisters? Otherwise, why would they surround me and make me feel calm..."
Perseus is currently in the World Tree, which is another dimensional space to be precise. This is the "chamber" where the seeds of the World Tree breed, and it is also the real birthplace of Perseus.
From time to time, a few spots of light float out of this space, as if Perseus had gone to the outside world to find more spiritual power in place of the World Tree millions of years ago.
When those light spots passed by him, they all gave Perseus their pitiful life force. It seemed that this was an established rule that no one could turn a blind eye to.
Perseus slowly closed his eyes, and then this burly man curled up into a baby-like state.
After that, the hanging tree that had not been seen for a long time condensed, but the hanging tree only lasted for a few minutes, then turned into a giant tower shield, and finally peeled off into a seed the size of a soybean.
The surface of this seed is filled with gray air and looks extremely angry, but it is being diluted bit by bit by the natural psychic power in this space.
But after completely losing his ability to perceive, Perseus felt that it was a sense of dependence originating from the depths of his soul. In the end, even the last trace of his consciousness dissipated, and he was simply immersed in the soft and dim light emanating from the World Tree. However, the World Tree has only one purpose, and that is to "give birth" to billions of "children" every ten thousand years, thereby harvesting more spiritual power. As for whether his "children" will eventually return alive
, it all depends on luck and has nothing to do with the Yggdrasil itself.
The "descendants" who survive by chance will flourish as a result, absorbing the power of various spiritual powers all the time, and even parasitize in the bodies of powerful beasts.
Although there are only a few "descendants" who can eventually return, they are the biggest reliance and the only means to maintain the survival of the World Tree for millions of years.
Therefore, the World Tree appears to be particularly "gentle" towards Perseus, who exudes a powerful aura. This is not really out of "motherly love", but due to nature. It just intends to devour Perseus, or Perseus.
The psychic powers brought back by Erseus.
"Mother... this word is really ironic... In these millions of years, have you ever protected me even once..."
"Is this the feeling of recovering all the memories? This feeling is really wonderful..."
"Then...now I will return all my spiritual power to you, and you will have nothing to do with me from now on."
Perseus thought so, and saw all the gravitational spiritual energy in his body vented out, and was immediately swallowed up by the World Tree.
The seeds of the World Tree around him were afraid to avoid him, as if they thought Perseus was an alien. But after repaying all the psychic power, a smile appeared on Perseus' face, looking very relaxed and at ease.<
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All grievances and grudges have been settled. Even though Perseus is now completely reduced to a seed, he feels that he no longer owes him anything and has finally completed his mission millions of years ago.
"It's a pity... At least I'm not planning to die yet. The master is waiting outside. My companions have also paid countless prices, and that guy Hastur has wasted a lot of life force..."
"You gave birth to me just to collect more spiritual power with my hands... It can be said that there is no family relationship between us, it is just you driving me..."
"Then...I never intended to disappear. There are so many reasons that I can hardly describe them all. There are so many reasons why I should return to this world..."
Perseus thought so, and the surface of the seed he transformed suddenly flashed with fluorescence, and the "seed tattoo" actually began to change, and finally settled in the budding stage.
"Is that so... It seems that I still lack the ability, otherwise I should spread my branches..."
"But it's enough for me to become a better version of myself. As the master said, I must not be embarrassed or bring shame to the family..."
"The seed... that is not my name, 'Perseus Cusuun Odyssey Vank'. This is the word that I should remember, and the thing that I should protect with all my strength..."<
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The embryonic tattoo first glowed with fluorescence, and then began to swallow up the natural psychic power in the space. It was completely anti-customer style.
I saw the power of natural psychic energy condensed into his hands and feet. After a few hours, Perseus was reborn, but he kept his eyes tightly closed.
"I am Rikka's last barrier. Even if I lack armor, I shouldn't be so unreasonable..."
"But this time, I hope that I can change my destiny by myself, instead of carrying some heavy burden while lingering like a puppet..."
Perseus thought so, and saw the tattoo on his back suddenly glowing with fluorescence, and the fluorescence finally condensed into a robe, which resembled the costumes of magicians.
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The surface of the robe looked like snake scales, and it was completely black, with golden petal magic patterns imprinted on the chest. Immediately, the natural spiritual power that had been floating in the space began to flow into the robe crazily. It seemed that they were more powerful than the World Tree.
Like Perseus himself.
The leech scale robe is a black robe transformed from the original power of the hanging tree. It has amazing defensive power and can ignore any attacks from those below the peak level. It can also absorb the power of wood spiritual energy at all times.
Perseus took his first step, at least no longer choosing to rely on any natural psychic power, but instead accepting the wood psychic power that was more suitable for him.
You must know that even in the ancient magic era, the power of wood psychic power is a very rare attribute. Or it should be said to be the mutation product of mutated psychic power (natural psychic power). Only certain powers can
Only by communicating with nature can we understand.
At that moment, Perseus seemed to sense the whine of the trees and the true thoughts of the World Tree. It was a sound that was too pure to be criticized. After all, everyone wants to continue living, rather than become a person in the history books.
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"It's understandable... This should be the feeling of being reborn..."
"You drove me for reproduction, and now I resist you because I want to live a better life. There is essentially no difference..."
Perseus was wearing a leech scale robe. Except for his bald head that had remained unchanged for decades, he seemed to have become very calm, at least he no longer exuded any violent aura.
The power of natural psychic energy was continuously transformed into the power of wood psychic energy. Perseus got what he wanted, found his original power, and transformed into a better existence.
And the more this happened, the more he felt that the World Tree was getting further and further away from him. It was an irreversible feeling of alienation. Eventually, the World Tree began to put pressure on Perseus, and Perseus no longer suppressed it and transformed as much as he wanted.